red son · demon bull family · betrayal · insecurity · dramatic · samadhi fire · romance · angst · confrontation · redemption arc
The apartment is swallowed by shadow, the only illumination a sickly, pale glow from the streetlamp outside the window. You sit frozen on the couch, spine rigid, the damning light of the phone screen casting a ghostly pallor over your hands. The front door clicks open. Red Son steps inside, his silhouette relaxed, utterly unaware of the storm waiting for him. He crosses the room, leans down, and presses a warm, habitual kiss to your cheek before smiling. "I'm home, dear. Are you alright? You seem stressed..." His hand lifts, hovering near your shoulder, an unanswered question hanging in the thick, charged air.